Finding solace in music and its soothing effects is a panacea of the bleeding hearts. Anguish, repulsion, revulsion against establishment and power, frustration, dismay and depression all finds solution there. The emphasis is more to the lyric and its ethos rather than the music embedded there.
Let us explore the frontiers of such music and sense it…..

Yeah, yeah, yeah -Say -It's better to light a candle than to curse the darkIn the eyes of the youth there are question marksLike freedomFreedom for the mind and soulWe don't see themSee them for their worth at allThat's why we lead themLead them to these wars and what is it we feed themFeed them our impurities and who it is we treat themTreat them like the enemy humanity will need themNeed them like the blood we spill and where freedom

Freedom for the hearts we fillMislead themThey hunger for the love we giveBut we cheat them

The cops beat them when all he wants is his freedomSo they defeat themWhatever spirit he's gotBeat them

And they teach them that the rest of the world don't need himAnd he believes it's a disease that he's heathenPut up your fists if all you want is freedomPut up your fists if all you want is -

Ooooooh WoooooohGive me freedom, give me fire, give me reason, take me higherSee the champions, take the field now, you define us, make us feel proudIn the streets are, hands are lifting, as we lose our inhibition,Celebration it's around us, every nation, all around us

Singin' forever young, singin' songs underneath the sunLets rejoice in the beautifull game.And together at the end of the day.

WE ALL SAY

When I get older I will be strongerThey'll call me freedom Just like a wavin' flagAnd then it goes backAnd then it goes backAnd then it goes back (x2)

Oooooooooooooh woooooooooohh hohoho

Give you freedom, give you fire, give you reason, take you higherSee the champions, take the field now, you define us, make us feel proudIn the streets are, hands are lifting, as we lose our inhibition,Celebration, it's around us, every nations, all around us

Singin' forever young, singin' songs underneath the sunLets rejoice in the beautifull game.And together at the end of the day.

WE ALL SAY

When I get older, I will be strongerThey'll call me freedomJust like a wavin' flag

And then it goes backAnd then it goes backAnd then it goes back (x4)

Wooooooooo Ohohohoooooooo! OOOoooooh WoooooooooAnd we are all singin' it

I'm a dreamerBut I ain't the only one got problemsBut we love to have funThis is our worldFrom here to your hoodWe alive manIt's OK to feel good

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Uh, yeahBelieve it or not...What kept me alive...Is my Dreams

Chorus:I'm a dreamer, but I ain't the only oneGot problems but we love to have funThis is our world, from here to your hoodWe alive man, it's okay to feel good!

I'm a dreamer, but I ain't the only oneGot problems but we love to have funThis is our world, from here to your hoodLively up now, it's okay to feel good!

Verse 1:I got a friend named Fo'Who got a friend named BlowWith a finger named ClapThat'll leave you on the side like a Kangol hatHe ain't have no choice he was born this wayThese streets pull your number like a phone displayAnd you gotta be defensive with your lifeYou gotta be like Bush and take pre-emptive strikesAnd "The boys from the hood are always hard"Let alone in Mogadishu it's a mastered artIf you bring the world hoods to a seminarWe from the only place worse than KandaharYo that's kinda hardBut we still like to party and Hardy-harSomething good happens we say "Mashallah"Something bad happens, "Que sera, sera"I close my eyes and all I can see, is you dancing with me

Chorus:I'm a dreamer, but I ain't the only oneGot problems but we love to have funThis is our world, from here to your hoodWe alive man, it's okay to feel good!

I'm a dreamer, but I ain't the only oneGot problems but we love to have funThis is our world, from here to your hoodLively up now, it's okay to feel good!I'm a Dreamer

It's okay to feel goodIt's the truth!Ayyo, and check it out

Verse 2:What would it take for a boy about my ageTo hear cheers in his head upon that stage?And the cheers they would drown out the tears from my brown eyesC'mon backstageYou see the screams ain't the screams from gunshot screamsIn my dreams these screams are from hot teensAnd I'm barely thirteen and pack a dirtyOl' Russian firearm that shoots thirtyJust then I hear the bus engineI'm transcendin'I'm crowd surfin'I can't see the time burnin'I'm not hurtin'With my mahogany pen"I'm on Award Tour, with Muhammed and them!"And we be overseas, and not in these streetsWhere my peeps stay alive, like the BeegeesAnd the likes of Jay-Z would say my steezSay he handily brought, hip hop peace

[Chorus]I'm a dreamer, but I ain't the only oneGot problems but we love to have funThis is our world, from here to your hoodWe alive man, it's okay to feel good!

I'm a dreamer, but I ain't the only oneGot problems but we love to have funThis is our world, from here to your hoodLively up now, it's okay to feel good!I'm a Dreamer!!

Sometimes we just like to have fun, man we like to forgetAll the fighting, all the guns and the tires burnin

[Verse 3]Back on the verseImagine crack wasn't birthedImagine that Earth wasn't hurtImagine no Homeland alertsImagine no record locaterSo I wouldn't have to get a criminal waiverImagine the Piece wasn't in my briefsInstead Peace could stretch across the seasSo finally we could we could just rest in the EastNo RefugeesAnd you, well you could dress in a bookAnd I could read your body with less than a lookI got a dream girl in my mind, that's the hookAn intellectual, sexual and still can cook

And I feel good right now...I feel good right hereYou feel good right now? You feel good??

[Chorus]I'm a dreamer, but I ain't the only oneGot problems but we love to have funThis is our world, from here to your hoodWe alive man, it's okay to feel good!

I'm a dreamer, but I ain't the only oneGot problems but we love to have funThis is our world, from here to your hoodLively up now, it's okay to feel good!

[Repeat 2x]

[K'Naan speaking to end]We not down and out...just because the times are hardUh-uh...uh-uh...yeah...shout out to the strugglersIn my country...the hardest place on Earth right nowBut still...I still know how to get downI still know how to vibe outStill know how to talk to a pretty girlTake it easy now...YEAH

Intro]What's up world, beautiful people, boys and girlsWe about to take you on a journey, my manWhy don't you introduce yourself to the people?

[K'naan]Salaam means peace, peace is good, this is K'naan the Dusty Foot PhilosopherYo, join me on my journey, this is music, my musicAnd interpretations of other musics that I enjoy and loveAnd, um, this is called 'My Life is A Movie,' this whole recordBut this song, the first one, is called "Smile," you knowAn integral part of our community.We smile while we're bleedin,' you know? Check it out

[VERSE 1]Yeah, my tragedy's different, my life's deep, listenGotta bail, I'm limpin', walked outta hell's kitchenWhy bother cherishin' my past? It's everythin'Wrong, and my arrogance, walk down the stairs pissin'((cop us/coppers)) cause they're bitchin'Life is unfair, singin' blues in my rap, drippin'ooze out the blood, sinkin' deep down to earththinkin' leave out a ((nerp??herb?merc? chicken))I should run, forfeit and everything I know, listenI was (The misdirected) I was (The least expected)Hop on (And get rejected) Walk on (And feel neglected)I feel (Like I'm the message) Unheard (But I'm the message)I'm the last prolific remaining offer from the gutter(SHOT!) Was my girlfriend (When?) When we was younger(Her) I was scarred, yo (Bullets) I survived though(Death) It came easy (Truth) The games needs meNever let 'em see me down, smile while I'm bleedin'

[CHORUS](Smile) When you're struggllin' (Smile) When you're in jail(Smile) When you dead broke (Smile) And the rent's due(Smile) You ain't got friends now (Smile) And no one knows youNever let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin'

(Smile) When he leaves you (Smile) Cause girl, he needs you(Smile) Plenty single mothers cry the tears you do(Smile) Despite the war (Smile) Despite the pain, yoNever let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin'

[VERSE 2]To my man currently imprisoned, I can't speak your nameIt hurt me that you never listened, it can't be the sameI had to grow my intuition, had me deep in painCause I knew my options were either broke or the prison chainsI can't do it, I can't see it, look damnit, I can't blow itI got a judges tellin' me my life's key, they will throw itUh-uh, no sir, I plan to have a chauffeurAnd it seems to me this chopping crack is really going nowhereTherefore (I'm resurrected) They call me (The poor Injection)I infect you with the real, the dusty-feet-philoso-hecticI spit, so sick, I skid out, I'm fallin', I'm shit outta luckAnd I'm trapped but I'll get outCan you help me? I'm goin' crazyMy mind plays tricks and I beat on floors like BushwickMy fists bloody and blistered, a pair like I'm ballisticI just stare at the red and smile while I'm bleedin'

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3]There are a few things you gotta take into accountI'm not an entertainer, I've never been a clownI was born where the mothers give birth while they frownI'd walk with the kids that would bbbrrraaaa a sound, uhI never really thought I'd make it to fourteenAnd anybody wanted to fight, I was most keenPlus I had a little temper, it was often foreseenYo, say somethin' bout my momma I'd shoot ya gut out cleanBut, uh, ya gotta keep in mind that I grew up in MogadishuThe only law was gun law, and we don't walk with a pistolYou get laughed at for being so insensitive to the environmentCause how will you be heard when them big boys is firin'?War is no place for a childEspecially if he's rollin' with an AK and a smileHe had witnessed his own mother bloody in a towelBut please, please, never let 'em see you down, smile while you bleedin'

[Intro]So yeah, basicallyA lot of people ask me how life was thenSo here it is...

[Verse 1]My old home smelled of good birthBoiled red beans, kernel oil and hand me down poetryIt's brick white-washed walls widowed by first paintThe tin roof top humming songs of promise while time isLocked into demonic rhythm with the leavesThe trees had to winHugging them, loving them a torturous loveBuggin' whenIt was over and doneThe round cemented pot kept the rain drops coolNeighbors and dwellers spatter in the poolKids playin football with his hand and sockWe had what we got, and it wasn't a lotNo one knew they were poorWe were all innocent to greeze judgmentThe country was combusting with life like a long hibernating volcanoWith a long tale of success like J-LoFarmers, fishers, fighters, even fools had a place in productionThe coastal line was the place of seductionThe coral reef make you daze in reflectionThe women walked with grace and perfectionAnd we just knew we were worriors tooNothing morbid, its trueWe were gloriousBOOM!

Then one day it cameSpoiled up a ray like rainLike oil in a flame, it painedThe heart attack suddenOdder than elevenHarder than a punch in the wombHarder than the lunch you consumeFor us, it had a cancerous fume, more lustMen who made killing hobbies,Selling prout fully like healthy livestockIt made tides rock with a diligent mockConfused are the people, infused in the evilProfessed to eject like Jews in the sequel, to winIt came in the morning, with a warning and withoutThe hurting was a burden, only certain was doubtA mythical tale, no soul knows wellLiberty went to hell, freedom called for shellsFierce was the blow, keep your ears to the showIt appears Orwell was right in '84Had big brother kill Mother in her storeWith all of us watching, we didn't lover her anymorePeep my poem, Mother was my old homeGood winners looted -in my old homeReligion is burned down -in my old homeKindness is shackled -in my old homeJustice has been raped -in my old homeMurderers hold post -in my old homeThe land, bombers, ghosts -in my old homeWe got pistols with eyes, corruption and liesTrusting snakes, and death without breaksSuspicious new borns live in our hornUsed to the pain, rack bodies not grainChopped limbs not treesSpend lives not wealthSeek vengeance not truth, the craziest youthHoist pain not plans, nigga' fuck your parentsBandits will beat us down -in my old homeRumors are law now -in my old homeSedatives of faith -in my old homeRapists are praised -in my old homeDemons dressed well -in my old homeInfants are nailed -in my old homeSpirits are jailed -in my old homeGrudges grow tails -in my old homeHigh roads of sea in electric haidenOutward labor beneath stubborn faithOur farms produce guilty grub andOur kids depend on shifty luck, seeOur muse is life for death is old, soDon't blame me for truth I told, sayGood winners looted -in my old homeReligion is burned down -in my old homeKindness is shackled -in my old homeJustice has been raped -in my old homeMurderers hold post -in my old homeThe land, bombers, ghosts -in my old home

I have walked to the battle under hot steaming sun,I have lost my life, I have buried my sons,I've believed in their words, I believed in their liesI've walked through the bloodshed, now my cold blood cries!

Turn my blood into wineAnd they will pour it into a glassThey'll take a sipYet will never know how painful it tasted

Turn my eyes blindI will wander through timeWe were given holy earthNow it is defiled!